Disclaimer: I Don't own any characters from Emmerdale, they all belong to ITV.

Thought of this story after watching the awesome Summer Fate last Week, however I refuse to believe that Ross Barton is dead.

Synopsis: Pete Barton killed his brother Ross right? Or he thought he did... Will the Barton brothers be brought together at last? or will they be forever torn apart?

Remember Me..

Prologue: No rest for the wicked

A childhood bedroom loomed into view, a women with a locket stood over the crib of a screaming child. Pete Barton had relived this moment many times before, but now it had new meaning to him.

The women with the dangling locket lent over the crib and forced a pillow roughly into the face of the screaming child, his younger brother Ross. The more he screamed the harder she pushed. Her huge brown eyes taking on a manic expression. Baby Ross failed helplessly as he kicked out, desperate for air, but the woman did not relax her hold on the pillow. Ross grabbed hold of the locket which was dangling into his crib, ripping it clean from the woman's neck, she let out an inhuman howl of pure fury. This howl alerted his father to the commotion going on upstairs, he hurled the women across the room, reaching for his screaming son.

The women crashed into the corner of the bedroom, crying out in pain. Pete could clearly see the manic look in her eyes from his hiding place behind the door. He shared this woman's blood, the blood of someone capable of murder... this was his mother.

Pete's sleeping mind wrenched him from the room and plagued him with images of the boy his father had just saved from the cot.

Ross when he climbed into Pete's bed when he had had a nightmare as a child.

Ross standing at the end of a hospital corridor. His eyes filled with horror. His usually slick back hair curly and unruly like it had been when they were children.

Ross sitting in the corner of a classroom, having caused yet more chaos.

Ross yelling angrily as him and Pete were thrown from the hospital. Both desperate to be with the girl they had fallen for.

Ross cuddling a distressed Finn after he had been bullied at school.

Ross egging him on outside the hospital.

Ross turning his back on the family he had always felt rejected from.

Ross lying spread eagled on the ground, blood covering his face.

Ross the brother he should have protected.

Ross's limp body as he rolled him into a pit and covered him in leaves.

Ross.. Ross.. Ross.. ROSS

Pete was woken by him own scream, covered in a film of cold sweat. He had killed his little brother. The brother who it was his job to protect. What had he turned into?

Pete had finished the job his mother had started. The job he was so ashamed of and had tried for years to protect his brother from. Pete was a killer, he had killed his brother.

Authors note: so this is the first fic I have written in years. I got a lot of rather rude feedback about bad grammar so please go easy on me okay! I hope you enjoy it, not sure how this story is going to end but stay tuned!